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This is a journal of our lives with my mom, affectionately known as Little Mama. In her 90's, she is a sweet, spunky, spirited, sometimes exasperating, tiny little lady that now lives with moderate dementia and macular degeneration. These journal entries show the good times and the not-so-good times.

Little Mama's type of dementia is age-related and is not hereditary. Sometimes, she appears to be perfectly normal. Other times, it is obvious that something is amiss. It is her desire to remain in our home rather than live out her days in an assisted living facility. It is my prayer that we will be able to honor her in this way. We feel blessed...and challenged...that she lives in our home. This is not easy, and important things rarely are easy. It takes an emotional and physical toll on the caregivers. I've been through the 7 stages of grief at least once if not more! If you are in a similar situation, you understand what I mean! Fortunately, our family helps a lot both physically and emotionally. It takes a team.

The fourth commandment tells us to honor our parents. That is done in many different ways. If you are struggling with a decision, please pray and ask for guidance and wisdom. Our Lord will let you know how He wants you to honor them. Regardless of the way you honor your loved ones, you will need support. So build your team, whether it is from members of your family or a support group.

I am finally learning that: I can't fix it. I can't change it. All I can do is accept it, trust God, and roll with it. (My condensed version of the Serenity Prayer.) We are learning to relax, laugh, and savor every moment we have with my mom on this side of Heaven.

So, scroll down.... read the entries...laugh and cry with us.

Blessings!
Lisa

















Saturday, April 20, 2013

April 14, 2013: I'M NEW!


4/14/13
Little Mama says to Phoebe, "You don't know who this old lady is, do you! I'm new! You don't know me!" And Phoebe.... well, Phoebe is running around in circles and barking at a light on the ceiling. I'm gonna sit here, drink my coffee, and giggle at the chaos... after I breathe deeply a few times. ;)

Oh, help me Jesus....Communicating with a dementia patient is like learning a foreign language.

I think the biggest thing to get through my thick head is that I can't fix it. I can't change it. I can't make it better. I just have to accept it and roll with it. THAT goes against my natural tendencies. I am a fixer...a refiner...always striving to improve myself and a situation. Again.... I can't fix this. I have to repeat it over and over to myself.
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